Now I understand how terribly selfish it is to say, |
I want you.
Here, and now
I want you.
Under the streetlights smothering this town.
Your being alone captivates my very breath.
And I don't want to love at all-
Not one little bit. And yet, here I am
Trying to portray just a fraction of what I feel.
But it won't let me get very far, so I've come to the conclusion
that you shouldn't be real . . .
Could you please
Explain why you effect me so? I was okay before this
Now I'm happy. For no reason at all
Even after such a fall
even though I realize
you'll never want a person
such as I.
No no, because little boys will live,
and little girls cry.
Oh here I go again, tossing out the truth-filled doubts.
Daydreaming mindlessly, I'll see how it all plays out.
"B-but I honestly can't be without you-"
I stumble out, while my heart bruises from deep purples to the darkest of blues.
"You selfish girl!"
he screams with angelic might,
"Do you not see my life? I've seen many swoons before,
and you, my dear, do not suffice."
So I suppose I'll leave it at that,
as my heart beats to a rhythm, ever so flat.
Decompose as I lay here lifeless, silent as a lamb.
"Being a selfish girl?" you might ask,
Why, yes ma'am.